It's too much to
suppose that a woman should shut herself up here for six or eight months
and see nobody all the time."
On that, the day of Frank's arrival, not a word was said about the
necklace, nor of Lord Fawn, nor of that mutual pledge which had been taken
and given, down among the rocks. Frank, before dinner, went out about the
place that he might see how things were going on, and observe whether the
widow was being ill-treated and unfairly eaten up by her dependents. He
was, too, a little curious as to a matter as to which his curiosity was
soon relieved. He had hardly reached the outbuildings which lay behind the
kitchen gardens on his way to the Portray woods, before he encountered
Andy Gowran. That faithful adherent of the family raised his hand to his
cap and bobbed his head, and then silently, and with renewed diligence,
applied himself to the job which he had in hand. The gate of the little
yard in which the cow-shed stood was off its hinges, and Andy was
resetting the post and making the fence tight and tidy. Frank stood a
moment watching him, and then asked after his health. "'Deed am I nae that
to boost about in the way of bodily heelth, Muster Greystock.
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